Don't forget the stylish denim hat ala Good Times. Wow, you do have a finger on the pulse of fashion. I bow to your brilliance. Unless it's acid wash, then I'd have to punch you in the throat and steal your wallet.
Little do you know I can see your kung fu moves via my network of hidden cameras. Though I must say it looks a lot less like kung fu and a lot more like kicking back on Facebook.
Listen, I like to fight. Actually I love it. No not the fisticuffs kind of fight. I prefer a war of minds. And yet, somehow it takes too much effort to argue about things that I care about. What to do. Easy, I propose a pointless argument. I set up the premise in the body of the post and you disagree in the comments. We argue to the death. Well, at least argue to the boredom.
Whenever we tire of the bickering, the minds behind the blog will put our giant-brained heads together and declare a winner. What will you win? Nothing. Just the feeling of pride that will eventually lead to your downfall.
I am speechless...with horror.
ReplyDeleteIf this nightmare ever comes to pass, I plan to gouge out my own eyes.
Unless you're talking acid-washed denim, in which case I will move heaven and earth to make your dream a reality.
Don't forget the stylish denim hat ala Good Times. Wow, you do have a finger on the pulse of fashion. I bow to your brilliance. Unless it's acid wash, then I'd have to punch you in the throat and steal your wallet.
ReplyDeletePunch *me* in the throat, will you?
ReplyDeleteJust try it, sister.
oh you're really tough over the internet. I'm scared, so scared. not.
ReplyDeleteScared? You don't know the meaning of scared. If you could see me practicing my kung fu moves right now, you'd be shaking in your boots.
ReplyDeleteLittle do you know I can see your kung fu moves via my network of hidden cameras. Though I must say it looks a lot less like kung fu and a lot more like kicking back on Facebook.
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly what I want you to see, which is why I set up a loop of prerecorded Facebook kicking-back.
ReplyDeleteNow pardon me while I go karate chop a concrete block in half. With my face.